Emily Wickersham Sexy Novels & Stories

She felt her face and neck get hot, blushing darkly at the photos. She was s focused, staring at a photo of a man bent over and licking the vagina of a tied women while another woman was on her knees, blowing him, that she didn't hear the door open. She didn't hear Mr. Whitaker walk into the living room, and she wasn't aware of him stopping in the doorway behind her. She didn't know that his eyes had immediately gone to her round perky ass, displayed well in her jeans, then to her small waist, and finally to her hands and what she was holding. He smiled from behind her. She would have had to have done some major snooping to find those, and he could see from the mess of the pile they were in

Her pure blue eyes, which were darker than usual, gave me the impression that she was not done yet and that she still desired more. Emily pushed me off her playfully and climbed on top of me, rubbing her warm, wet pussy against me. My cock twitched, readying itself for round two. "F*ck!" Ghost yapped. "It seems our mate is about to give us a run for our money!" Warm, electric sparks tickle everywhere Emily touches, her lips dancing over every inch of my body, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. I groaned at the sensation. "Do you like that?" Emily asked.

It was Emily, a woman whose presence in this unexpected encounter was enigmatic, to say the least. When Francisco's intense gaze fell upon Emily, he was met with an audacious smile and a flirtatious wink. "Did I interrupt you, babe?" Emily inquired, her voice dripping with innuendo. Emily, with her striking beauty and an allure that could captivate any soul, had long graced the pages of fashion magazines as a celebrated model. Her ebony eyes, raven-black hair, and alluring figure possessed the kind of allure that could captivate any man. Her beauty was both mesmerizing and provocative, leaving a trail of longing in its wake.

My hips slapped against her ass over and over, the wet smack of skin filling the room. Her pussy gripped me like it was trying to milk every drop. “Goddamn, your dick is damn big,” she moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Stretch me—ruin me.” But even while I was balls-deep in Vicky, pounding her like I hated her, it was Emily I pictured. The thought made me fuck Vicky even harder, punishing her for not being the one I really wanted. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her legs wide. A lamp crashed, but I didn’t give a shit.

I AM SCREAMING Welcome to the big leagues, queen population: you and your ruined panties Emily: Nah Sarah, she's past our league. Have you ever been tied and fucked? Sarah: Well, no. But damn Cassie. You started strong. Emily: I can't believe our sweet, shy cassie is now getting eaten out like she’s the last meal on death row... Man, that's fucking hot... I need to lie down and maybe get a someone to baptise their face with my holy water... Goodness Cass...Damnit, where isy vibrator.

The fire crackled in the hearth, casting shifting shadows across the glass floors and naked bodies still marked by sweat and friction. Emily sat curled in a leather armchair, her bare skin glistening with the remnants of pleasure, legs pulled up lazily beneath her. Her hair was damp against her shoulders, her lips swollen from kisses not given in love but in dominance. The flickering firelight bathed her body in a gold-red hue, making her look like something forged in the heart of the blaze. A tablet rested in her lap, casting a cooler glow. On the screen: chaos. BREAKING: George Kings Accused of Bigamy — Shocking Revelation of Secret Second Marriage

Jacob pressed himself close behind her, his firm cock ground against her ass. “Look at you,” he snarled, “dressed like a whore for me. You must be eager to get your ass filled. You must really be dying to feel a real man inside you. Tell me what you need.” “Daddy?” Emily squeaked. The plug in her ass pulsed like it wanted out, like her ass knew what it really wanted. “Tell me what you need. Tell me what you crave. Real woman know what they want. They don’t play games. Are you a real woman or a silly little girl?”

She slowly moved her eyes up Derrick’s toned body. It had been awhile since she got to fuck a young hottie like him. She then thought of Emily. The poor geeky girl must be a virgin, and if Veronica even touched Derrick he would want nothing to do with her. That's when she decided to let him head upstairs and fuck her stepdaughter mercilessly. Emily was ready. She had on Smokey makeup with her lips in full dick-sucking mode. Her hair was extra bouncy and curly. The deep red lingerie she had on made her boobs stick out and look much bigger than they actually were.

There was nothing innocent in the way he said it. Emily fled upstairs, cheeks burning. She closed her bedroom door but didn’t lock it. Her body was still sensitive, nipples tight against the thin cotton, a persistent throb between her legs. The fantasy from earlier replayed in vivid detail. Alex’s hands on her, his cock stretching her open. Now he was right downstairs. Real. Within reach.

Moaning and whimpering, her shaking hands desperately tried to find something to hold onto as Vince rammed his massive cock inside of her throbbing cunt. Lost in the fire, the two no longer cared about whether someone would catch or hear them. The distance Vince put between the two of them proved to have made desire pile up. And now… “Ugh, Vince! Slow—Ohh! Slow the fuck down…” Serenity cried as she reached for his shoulders, her claws automatically drilling themselves onto Vince’s skin. “Your body obviously likes it when I go…hah, this rough, baby,” he replied, growling mid-sentence as he switched to a slower pace, only to harshly push his cock inside of her.